My feet stopped on the wooden door. The smell of the varnish was slightly biting my nose but I couldn’t pay much attention to that because of the coldness of my palms and feet. My every heartbeat was fast, it seemed to be chasing while staring intently at the door.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up and raised my hand. I was about to knock when I suddenly stopped. I closed my eyes tightly, my fist clenched even more.

What the hell is wrong with you, Cheska? Go and knock on that door!

I let out another sigh before quickly releasing three consecutive knocks and opening my eyes. My...